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My mom, my kids*, and I took a trip to IKEA while she was visiting. I thought I only needed storage bins, but… well, you know how trips to IKEA go. What with lunch in the cafeteria, the kids’ section, the obligatory ice cream cone pick-me-up, and all our own shopping, we somehow spent four and a half hours inside the store. With two kids under two!

We got some sign that we had overstayed our welcome when — in our last 15 minutes at IKEA — a number of things happened:

As I attempted to swipe my credit card at check out, Gil emptied the entire contents of his stomach all over me. We’re talking rivers of milk.

Lena, bored of waiting for me to mop up myself and Gil after this episode, charged into the men’s bathroom and giggled at our attempts to coax her out.

I loaded Lena into the car and said, “Does something smell like dog poo?” and then looked down to find Lena had be stomping in a pile of it and the whole mess was now all over her shoes, my pants, and—worst of all—the back seat of the car.

It started raining.

But of course there are no pictures of these unforgettable memories. I only managed to take pictures of all the happy times, and that’s what I really want to remember anyway, right?!

* “My kids.” I have kids, plural! Elliott and I still smile every time we say it. Geez Louise, life is crazy.

I just finished talking to my sister on Skype a little while ago, and that always brings back a million memories of college at the University of Virginia. Five (five?!) years ago I celebrated my 21st there with a fun birthday bash in my dear friend Sarah’s Lawn room. I looked back on Facebook to see if the photos were still there, and whaddaya know? Hello, 21-year-old self.

the aforementioned Sarah, who is now the belle of NYC

This last photo is my favorite: my nursing school friend Nicole teaches me how to open a bottle of wine. I literally did not know how!

I also got a kick out of the fact that I still wear that same sweater… five years later.